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[Janus Denweir]

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"Be wary of the actions, follow the blood," a soft yet powerful voice spoke as though it was behind him. Dazzling blue yet grey eyes shifted shut and a single bloody tear dripped from the right eye. A random flourishing of recent recalls and ancient memories combined, seeming to unfold a story of their own unto the dazed and confused Janus. He shook his head, gasping for the air; he seeked to escape this torture and treachery. A soft murmur somehow gave a slight echo through the vacant halls.

"I was certain I had rid myself of you, Abaddon. Back to your depths of Doom! You have kept with me for long enough."

No voice was heard. Not the slightest whisper formed in the dark chambers. Janus turned his gaze to the side, slightly confused by the ordeal. The two pillaring golden candles standing tall behind him closed their flame, as if extinguished by a swift and silent breath. Another rush of images passed through his head. Cadaen. Jakob. Katrina. Bedaar. What shall become of me? Denweir. That is what you are.

Childe of the scorned Semezaya!

He fell to the ground, one hand holding him up with the other grasping his aching chest with a barely beating heart. He was uncertain of what was happening. His heart beat faster and faster, preparing for something. An unsatiable hunger overcame him just as a sudden blitz of sickness attacked; drips of blood trickled from his thin pale lips.

Childe of the scorned Semezaya! Restore Nizar's balance in the realm!

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A single eyelid slid open. The yellow tint of the sun's rays stung as the irritated eye slammed to a close. Gathering what energy he could and what conscious he was able, he grasped the cool grass at his side. Slowly cracking his left eye once more, he took several deep grasps for air. From the scent and humidity of the the breathes, he sensed the sun was just dawning. He reached for his soft face yet felt the sticky residue of blood stained upon it. He licked his lips further, realizing he had released the Beast.

Childe of the scorned Semezaya! Restore Nizar's Order! Restore the Denweir lineage!

Eyes darted open, able to bear the pain of the piercing rays as he rage was revived and awakened anew; his anger and fury seemed unborn emotions, and his pride for the House Denweir felt born once more. From this, he opened his jaw slightly, releasing a few simple words in a deep and powerful voice.

"Then it is done, Abaddon. The Blessing of Bedaar is restored."

Make known, young Janus, the descendants of Bedaar.
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"Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated at the throne."